A love letter to one of Mumbai’s fading but grand cinema complexes.
There is a cockroach in the big blocky building by the tracks outside Bandra station that houses seven movie theaters. I saw it—or I’m pretty sure I did—late last year. It brought me up short, but not because I was surprised to see it. Every good movie hall has its monsters; that’s what the shadows are for. I was surprised it had taken so long—almost three decades—for the creepy-crawly spirit that haunts the theater to manifest before my eyes in this tiny, irreducible avatar.
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